Arie stared at herself. She stared hard. And yet... _no matter how hard she stared at that stupid pimple, it wouldn't go away!_ Why couldn't she have control over how she looked, how come it always had to be this way? Mirrors were mirrors, reflections of what was already there. What was a mirror but something else? She squirted out her last bit of acne remover and rubbed it hard on the pimple, desperately trying to get rid of it. However, it wouldn't budge. Arie finally settled down the fact that, no matter how much she wanted to get rid of a part of herself, that couldn't happen by staring at a mirror image of herself. She almost wished that she had never known how she looked in the first place. 2008-04-14T02:32:29Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27495 <p>Oh really? I was planning on making random military people come in and start killing each other. Sorry if that seems sarcastic&#8230; it&#8217;s part of my nature.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27495?basename=56182 2008-04-14T02:32:29Z Great Ach http://ficlets.com/authors/greatach <p>Very true, she wouldn&#8217;t have known if she didn&#8217;t look! A plain and simple story of a moment we all have faced. :) <br />(Glad you didn&#8217;t get gory here&#8230;.)<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27495?basename=56127 2008-04-13T23:54:29Z Mistress Elsha Hawk http://ficlets.com/authors/mistress_elsha_hawk